Q: What candy is opposite of bad and few?

A: You mean Good & Plenty. I have lots of candy in my van, but I don't have Good & Plenty. I do have Acceptable & Abundant. It's a Canadian knock off. I have cases out it. Got it real cheap on eBay. Wholesalers are giving it away ever since the Canadian government ordered it off the shelves after a half dozen cases of child blindness. Still legal in America, though. Can I interest you in a bag?

No? You sure?

Okay, how about some Pricker Bush Kids? It's a regional candy, popular in New England for a few years in the late 70's until some parents group discovered it contained trace amounts of barbed wire - you know, just enough to give it some kick - then they freaked out and had it banned. That's parents for you. But it's still out there, and I've got most of it. Want to try some?

What about some Razor Apples? Don't worry, they don't contain actual razors, that's just a myth. But they do contain a powerful hallucinagin that makes you think you're a unicorn. A savage, bloodthirsty unicorn incapable of feeling pain. Razor Apples were pretty popular on the playground for a couple years, until those damn parents got involved again; now you have to go to Thailand to buy them.

Parents ruin everything. Take my business for example. I started Candy Van for a simple reason: to give young children rides in a cool van full of candy. Today's kids are too distrusting of strangers. I wanted to teach them that not all strangers who offer you candy are creepy pedophiles trying to lure you into their van for deviant sexual purposes and slash or murder. Some of us are kind people who love to put a smile on a child's face, a smile that only an illegal candy containing powerful narcotics can bring. You'd think parents would appreciate that, seeing their children happy. Guess again. They treated me like I was some kind of freak.

In hindsight, the ski mask may have been a mistake. But I didn't want to frighten the children with the horrible scars I received in prison.

Q: How thick is the ice of where the penguins live?

A: Now that I think about it, thick. Really thick. Probably six or seven feet.

In retrospect, we should have armed Lt. Ivers with more than a steak knife. He'll probably need a drill or something. Good thing we gave him that scuba tank with the extra capacity.

Why didn't we give him a scuba kit with extra capacity?

I swear we had one. What happened to it?

Now that you mention it, I vaguely remember losing it in a poker game, but thought that was a dream.  Oh, well, let's hope Ivers can hold his breath. I'm sure he can; Eskimos have the most amazing lung capacity.

Then which one is the Eskimo?

Well, then, we should probably recruit some Eskimos. Hard to expect me to wage a war on penguins without a single Eskimo under my command.

We aren't waging a war on penguins? Really? Then why did I send Lt. Ivers - oh, wait, I remember, that was the dream. Poker game, real. War on penguins, dream. I'm going to start writing these things down. Just as soon as I learn to write.

When you write the condolence letter to the family of Lt. Ivers, please don't mention the war on penguins. Or the poker game. Or all that money he loaned me. Or my drinking. Or my being dangerously unfit for command. Best keep it simple, something like:

                                Dear Widow,
                                I regret to inform you that your husband, Lt. Hamilton Ivers,
                                went mad and threatened to build a nuclear weapon, tunnel to
                                the center of the Earth and destroy the world. (Obviously he
                                also intended to create and build some sort of super tunneling
                                machine) We had choice but to drown him. You are welcome.

                                                                                                   Sincerely,
                                                                                                   America

Include a Best Buy gift card, and that autographed photo of Judge Judy we keep in the game room. I'm tired of her staring at me all day.

Now let's celebrate the life of Lt. Ivers in the only way I'll allow: a Russian Roulette tournament.

Q: Does a research paper have a conclusion?

A:  In general, a research paper does have a conclusion, otherwise it's merely a list of regurgitated facts. Specifically, however, my research paper does not have a conclusion.

I really wanted it to. When I started the paper I intended to have a conclusion, a good one, too, not one of those lame ones like "Those who ignore history are condemned to repeat it," but a real good, thoughtful conclusion, one that would make readers marvel at my cognitive abilities, earn a high grade and give me the minimum credits needed for graduation.

Then I got to drinking - you know how life college life can be - and the conclusion slipped my mind. As did the paper itself. But I was able to jot a few things down on this pizza box last night. I spilled some hot sauce on it, but you can still make out a few words. This one looks like "agrarian." And I'm pretty sure that says "counter-intuitive." This would have been a hell of a paper.

When you grade my research paper, I ask you to take into account not only the finished product, but also my intentions.

You should also take into account the quality of these photographs I took of you banging your teaching assistant on her patio last Thursday. It wasn't easy to pull focus from that far away, that late at night, in so short a time, as drunk as I was, but I did it. You have to admit they're pretty good. Out of consideration for your wife, I had them enlarged and labeled. I know she has poor eyesight. Nice lady. Big fan of your's.

I'm sure you'll make the right decision.

Q: Is Curly a realistic character in Of Mice and Men?

A: I guess in the sense that he has legs and arms and hair and uses words when he talks and wears gloves when he works, yes, he is realistic. But, in terms of his actions, the character is not only unrealistic but completely unfaithful to the original.

At no point in the book does Curly accidentally hit anyone with a board or get poked in the eyes or slap himself in the face or say "Nyuk, nyuk, nyuk, nyuk" or anger Moe with his trademark buffoonery. There's not even a character named Moe.

The portrayal of Curly in this so-called "work of literature" absolutely stinks. In fact, the whole book stinks. It's devoid of laughs, with the exception of the big oaf who can't even stroke a girl's pretty hair without snapping her neck. What a goof.

Q: Why do people with a low self esteem have a lower chance of getting a job?

A: Employers want confident employees, employees who rise to meet every challenge, who will put out every fire figurative or literal, who will solve every problem, attend every meeting,  fill out every suit, impress every vendor with their charm and wit, employees who know what they are doing, or at the very least, look and act like they know what they are doing.

People with low self-esteem are never confident. They're insecure to their very core, often the result of a childhood trauma, a trauma they will be more than happy to share in excruciating detail at the worst possible moment, like when you're chatting up Cindy, the intern with the nose ring.

People with low self-esteem are often fat. No one wants to work with fat people, to have have their work constantly disrupted by the sounds of labored breathing, to be be doused with sweat, to have the office clouded with debates over flavored gravy. Fat employees are endless distractions, especially for someone like Cindy who spends far too much of her day laughing at their lame jokes instead of looking at pictures of your new Corvette.

People with low esteem have an unpredictable sense of humor. They often don't laugh at jokes enough, or, far worse, they laugh too much, frequently at their own jokes. On far too many occasions, an important story about a wild weekend in Vegas, a story which would normally appeal to Cindy, is ruined when the low self-esteem employee laughs at the wrong part, confusing Cindy and making her reconsider offers to join the executive staff in Vegas on the next corporate retreat.

People with low self-esteem lack the physical attractiveness required in today's workplace. Pretty people make pretty employees, increasing the chances for workplace affairs, workplace affairs being the reason most people come to work in the first place. Sure, it's nice to have a few uglies around to make the rest of the staff look better, provided that the uglies know their place on the pecking order and don't step out of line by always talking to Cindy and taking Cindy out to lunch and inviting Cindy out for drinks and befriending Cindy and treating Cindy with respect and telling Cindy that she doesn't have to work late and warning Cindy that Intern Bikini Day is not a real thing, causing irreparable damage to office morale.

Well, that's all the time I have for today. I have to get back to the office. It's always fun to get a chance to come back to my alma mater and speak to the next generation of business leaders.  I hope I've answered your questions and I look forward to working with some of you once you've received your MBAs, especially the redhead in the back and the blonde over there by the window. In case anyone is interested in an internship, one just became available. Ladies only.  Call me.